I have been thinking about this Italian folktale where the two main characters antagonize each other until the man asks the woman's aunt for her hand in marriage as the ultimate ribbing. On their wedding night she made a life size cake of herself and puts it in the bed with her night gown on. The cake had a juicy red substitute heart baked inside. The husband comes in and stabs the cake in the heart thinking it is the woman, then immediately feels remorse. The woman jumps out from behind the door and says hi love you didn't kill me and now we can live happily ever after.

I lost all my phone numbers in a felt bag full of pickle juice. If you read this and you want me to have your phone number please email me with it. Thank you. (this wouldn't happen if I was still on FB, right. ha.)